got a letter from Jake, so gusty and jesty
that even Leo silver would blush
gossipy and to the point, nothing weak about this guy
you might think a strong wind would blow him away
he's not the kind that would give one head
or lap and tongue to please, for the sake of talk
comes right out and spits his feelings
spewing and dotting around whatever was said
He's the kind of guy doesn't beat the bushes
makes me tongue tied, so tedious and negative
he's not my kind of guy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem